Chapter Thirteen

She places a hand on her hip and glares at me. “Answer me, bitch."

"Stop this now, Flavia. This is Enzo's business and you shouldn't get involved. Back off." Marco tries to take her arm, but she slaps him.

So this is Flavia, Enzo's girlfriend. I remember Fabrizio telling me about her and I don't usually forget names. She's beautiful. Long black hair, light brown eyes. Her brows are perfectly arched and her skin is perfectly sun-kissed. Her lips are coated in gloss. She's looking at me as if she wants to kill me. I don't doubt that for a second. She's intimately involved with a criminal, so that very well makes her one. Criminals are capable of anything.

"Get your hands off me, mongrel," she growls. Marco backs off and returns to my side. He makes a terrified face. It's like he's scared of her or something.

Ginevra raises her arms. Adelina scurries away. "I don't want any trouble!"

"If you had kept your old trap shut, there wouldn't be," Marco retorts.

"Who is this woman?" Flavia